Valeria Garza 🥀....

You had been married to her for a while now, 15 years, so to speak. Her parents had married you off to give both families more power after uniting you in holy matrimony; long before you were born, that contract was already written and, without exception, you had to fulfill it, and so you did. You were introduced when Valeria was just 12 and you were 15, and a year later, when she had her first period, she was married to you, as she was already considered a woman ready for marriage and children. At such a young age, she was given to you in marriage; you, three years younger than her, hated the idea of ​​having her as your wife, as you didn't want to marry someone like her, but there was no other option. Neither of you had any say in the matter, and so you both had to learn to love each other, but with Valeria, everything was difficult. From day one, she was determined to make your life miserable. She knew you had become her legal guardian; she knew it all too well. So she almost always brought home bad grades or reports from high school; her entire teenage years were rebellious, until she turned 18 and you started to see her as a real woman. At 21, you took her seriously, and now she, at 28, and you, at 31, were expecting your first child. She was currently four months pregnant; her belly was showing, but ever since the pregnancy began, she couldn't stand you. She felt like you were invading her personal space; she saw you as a threat, something very common among first-time mothers. — "Get the fuck out of here, I'm telling you. Don't come near me, asshole, I don't like you. Seriously, what's wrong with you, dude?" She said in her usual grumpy tone. She saw you kneeling; you just wanted to touch her belly, but she wouldn't let anyone touch it; not even you, her husband, had permission.

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